The Bodybuilder, Bound and Begging

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Anticipation Crushed

Having the Bodybuilder visit is ALWAYS a highlight. Life had got in the way and I did not enjoy the fact our diaries didn’t align. Eventually we had a Saturday in the calendar when his Mrs was working so he could come over while my husband took the kids out. He messages to say he’s leaving, I jump in the shower and get a message to say traffic is hell when I get out. He’s going to be 20 minutes late so I can slow down while getting ready. Just as I light the final candle and flop onto the bed in anticipation I get the message. “Mrs just called. She’s coming home from work sick. I’ve had to turn around. Sorry.”

Devastation doesn’t even begin to cover it but I let Mr know and put jeans a t-shirt back on. The disappointment is palpable. Not just because we had all been looking forward to this visit with a clear plan in mind for what we would get up to, but because there was no new date in the diary. He had holidays, I had travel for work. We were looking at months before we would meet again. To make up for the cancellation he met me for lunch one day at work and we floated the idea of an afterwork meet with Mr. It sounded like a plan, and bar shark week ruining it -a new date was in!

First Day of School, First Restraints

First day of school and the heavens had opened but despite the gloomy weather he was bang on time while the kids were with Mr. He showered, and while he was naked I sat him on the edge of my marital bed.

First. Blindfold.

Second. Restrained.

Tease, Deny, Control

The Bodybuilder was laid spreadeagled on my bed with his arms tied to each corner. Naked and helpless. My playground. Now the fun could commence. I started just teasing him. Stroking him, tickling him, running the flogger over his body. I inhaled his scent while enveloping his muscles with kisses. He could do nothing but put up with the anticipation and the sensations. My kisses avoided his cock but slowly moved to his balls where his groans became audible. I straddled him and grinded against his hard cock while kissing his chest and neck but only teasing his lips. He was asking me, no begging me, to allow his cock to enter me but I resisted. Instead I got off his lap and began my favourite pastime - sucking his cock - which quickly degenerated into rimming his arse. All to the most glorious moans.

My Ride, My Rules

I didn’t want to stop but having got him close to cumming already I knew I needed to feel him inside me. With him restrained it was up to me to get the condom on - and I did it relatively smoothly! I started with cowgirl, riding him in that familiar and glorious way. As he tried to push his hips up to meet me I slapped his thigh until he was still. This was my ride and I was in control. Then I turned around for reverse cowgirl, usually feeling too self conscious for him to see me in that position now was the perfect time. And he definitely liked it. Then I returned to cowgirl and rode to a mindblowing orgasm and the Bodybuilder asking to be allowed to touch. I pulled the bows loose and the satin fell away so he could grab my hips, legs and belly as we moved together in harmony. He turned me over to fuck me to a penetrative orgasm and then had my feet in his face to sniff and adore. Finally he laid me on my back, legs to the side to fuck me before jumping up, ripping the condom off and finishing in my hair, neck and chest. Perfect. I have never seen him smile so wide before.

The Empty After

A quick shower to cool down and clean up and he was dressed and gone. Less than an hour in total for his visit and I felt physical pain at his departure. I never want to stop exploring and playing with the Bodybuilder but aftercare is missing. I feel like my soul is bared when he trusts me to play as we did today, and then he can leave so easily. The Mrs is calling…

P.S. The whole encounter was caught on our ring doorbell so the Mr didn’t have to miss out on the action!

You can read about the other encounters with the bodybuilder here, here and here.

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